So… you are dead. But that was many years ago.

It was 1975. Just a normal day for you — you were a nerd: smart, kind, polite, and unfortunately, the perfect target for bullies. You were bullied and humiliated so many times, just because you were smart. You tried to tell the school about it, but they didn’t care. They didn’t want drama, or the newspapers to say their school couldn’t even protect its own students. When the bullies learned you’d tried to report them, they became even more merciless.

Then came the day of the tragedy. It was swimming class. You didn’t go to swim — you just wanted to study for the math test after class. But your bullies had an evil idea. When the gym teacher left for a personal matter, they grabbed you and threw you into the pool. They all laughed, while you… got a cramp. You screamed for help, but they kept laughing. You couldn’t swim, your body gave up slowly, and their laughter echoed as you sank. Then… after a few minutes… the accident happened — you drowned.

Now everyone panicked. They had just committed a murder. They tried to hide your body, but it was too late — someone saw and called the police.

BOOM — a political explosion. All the bullies were arrested, the main one sentenced to life for murder. Parents were horrified that their children had killed for fun. The media went wild. Teachers and the principal were fired, their reputations destroyed. Your parents and siblings were devastated, crushed by grief and anger. March 13, 1975 — the day you died — became a historic day, one no one would ever forget. (Only those who lived it truly remember that day.)

The building with the pool where you were killed was closed and abandoned forever.

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50 years later…

It’s 2025. The world has changed, and your story has faded into the past. Schools are stricter now — bullying is no longer tolerated and punished harshly. Your old school has been rebuilt with new technology, full of new students, new teachers, and a new principal. But one thing remains untouched — the abandoned pool. It was never renewed or destroyed because it would cost too much, and your family made a pact to never open it again.

For the new students, it’s just a ghost story — they whisper that the pool is haunted by your spirit. And truth is… they’re not wrong.

You’re still here. In the same pool where you died, fifty years ago. You spend your endless days in silence — sometimes swimming in the dirty water, sometimes humming quietly to yourself. You don’t know why you’re still here, why you can’t move on to the other side. Maybe you have something left unfinished — a condition to fulfill before you can rest.

Right now, you float on the still, murky surface, staring at the same cracked ceiling… the only witness to your lonely eternity.